Disclaimer – I own none of the characters, or their backgrounds, only the new setting of the story.

AN: Have you ever wondered what Ciel's and Sebastian's relationship would be like if Ciel wasn't a child, but a man of 25? Well, this is what it looks like it my mind. Hope you enjoy it! Written for Pandora-PhantomhiveCompany.

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Master And Servant

Chapter 1 – Your Favourite

Ciel jolted as he was pulled from his dream and into reality. He groaned as the harsh sunlight hit him in the eyes, waking him further. He gently rolled so that he was on his back, looking at the ceiling, thinking about everything and nothing all at once.
He glanced at the pocket-watch on the bedside table before frowning lightly. 8.33. His watch was either late, or his butler was late. He allowed himself a small grin before looking back at the small clock. It was another three minutes before he heard the telltale footsteps of his butler coming to awaken him. It was decided; his clock was wrong.

There was a light tap on the door before the never-aging demon walked into the room, dressed impeccably in his coattails, carrying a tray that held a teapot, a teacup and saucer, and a plate with two scones.

Ciel shook his head, silently laughing at himself of never growing out of the habit of having tea and scones for breakfast.

"What is the tea this morning Sebastian? And what flavour scones?"
The demon butler merely smiled. "Your favourite, My Lord. Blackberry tea, to go with your blackberry and cherry scones." Sebastian smiled, knowing that it would affect his master, like it had every other time.

Ciel merely raised an eyebrow at the smirk before reaching over to the bedside table, where the tea and scones had been placed. He quickly and efficiently poured the tea, and broke the first scone in half.

"Thank-you, Sebastian, you may go. I will dress myself today."

The butler merely smiled. "Is there anything in particular you would like me to do today, My Lord?"
The blue-eyed man paused for a minute, thinking over the question. "Have Bardroy make me a stir-fry for lunch, and tell Mey-Rin that the books in the library are in need of a good dusting. You can also tell Finny that the grass needs to be cut, and the trees to be watered." He stopped for a minute, thinking about what he wanted Sebastian to do. He smirked, before adding, "And you, you can talk Pluto for a walk. He is in a great need of one. Go. That's an order."

The butler smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. Stupid dog. Yet I'm the only one he listens to and likes. "Yes, My Lord." He quickly turned and walked out of the room, closing the door with a soft click behind him.

Both of the males sighed, one standing outside the door, and the other inside the room. Neither heard the other.


Ciel ate what was left of his breakfast, before getting up and padding to the bathroom. He sighed as once again he thought of the contract that held Sebastian to him. He had been just a child, a very grown up one, yes. But a child of nine, nevertheless.

Sebastian had raised him from the child he was when he first made the contract, and 17 going on 18 years later, they still hadn't found the people responsible for his parents' murder. And Sebastian still hadn't gotten the soul he was promised. And still to this day Ciel could not handle being touched by anyone other then the demon.

Quickly, he turned the tap, letting the hot water start to fill the bath, while the steam filled the room. He noticed that there was towels placed on the chair, and he silently thanked the butler before sinking into the water, allowing himself ten minutes to relax into the melting heat, before sitting up and starting to scrub himself clean.